Текст песни Secret Xtians

I'm going to hide from the rain I am tired of running round while these nuns eat my grain Ransacking, wolfpacking rats in a cult of fame, so lame Secret christians are all the same Don't be grumpy and cold If you want to I can burn up a hole in this coal Don't be surprised if it warms up right when we die Tonight Secret xtians Are not too bright